Survive: Part 2
[Part one of @SwirlingFire’s survival guide is here: Survive – Part 1]
I find myself still self censoring in the written forms. There are several reasons for this. Firstly, because there are massive chunks of information I haven’t ruminated / over analysed by myself yet. I’m not strong enough to work through more memory stew before feeling at peace with my past and so far, currently remembered facts. Secondly, I’m not sure any of the darker stuff really should be part of my blogging.
I’m not a liar.
My memory is nowhere near as good as many other people I’ve become engaged in conversations with and I suppose I re-read my blogs not even recognising myself as the pathetic wretch I seem to be or trading myself as. If I were writing a book/screenplay could the lead female really be this blighted by life ? Is it believable ? Even I struggle to come to terms with everything laid out in writing. I’m kindly hosted by melodyinsights.com and at times I wonder in her role as “MyEditor” whether my words are considered on a scale from one to ten, perhaps a heavy nine on fabricated embellishments scale ?
[Editor’s note: This is a valid question. If I’d come across SwirlingFire’s words and story without prior experience of people close to me dealing with very similar issues and symptoms, I would have been sceptical. The reality of what she describes is similar enough to what I’ve listened to over the years from sufferers very close to me. What’s published is in many ways a sanitised microcosm of the full story. Our private discussions reveal far more and there’s a lot more that’s private to SwirlingFire. Far from being embellished I’m very aware that she chooses to shield our sensibilities from looking in to the abyss.]
There have been several times where I could insert screen shots of SMS threads from #mindWizard to prove as much to myself as others that these incidents really did take place and, I allowed it to continue for far too long after a particular incident that proved that not only did he not care – he didn’t have respect for me. Maybe he never did. That hurt more than his usual routine. Not only, even as a casual bed warmer, did he not care. I don’t think he ever really liked me as a person/”friend”.
The way I’m learning to survive is possibly the weirdest and a contradictory way to everyone else. Instead of applying a lightweight metallic flexible armour to head back into battle. Now I find myself retreating whilst all the layers are peeled away to see if there is actually anything inside worth saving.
To the outside world, so I’m told by people I currently meet, I’m a happy vibrant young woman.
I guess Drama School is finally coming into its own ? A full time default with real characters and real life.
I’m not living life.
I’m learning a new way to survive
@SwirlingFire 28 March 2019.
**at time of writing, I have found a new community funded centre for Counselling services and Complementary Therapies as part of a new initiative. Currently waiting for pre assessment.
Written for the #WickedWednesday meme of “Survive”. Why not go check out the other posts by clicking on the button.